:LOL

Sunday was Mother's day, as I'm sure you all know, and I was eager for a sweet present.

Mike frowned and said, "how's your mucous?" I told him that I thought I'd already ovulated and was therefore safe, that today should be a less-fertile mucous day again. He shook his head and said that his body said "yes" just a little too eagerly for him to trust it entirely. Sure enough, when we got home I found some of the most unbelievably fertile, stretch-five-inches-without-breaking mucous. He didn't trust Monday, either. :LOL I'm so glad he pays attention. I still haven't been temping, but I'm confident that we made it through the dangerous part of this cycle without resorting to drastic measures.

:LOL What's most amazing to me, though, is Mike's unbelievable level of self-control. I'm not as good at it as he is, especially because ovulation makes me more interested. I don't know how he manages to say no, but I'm glad he does! :LOL
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